Am feeling rather ill.  Hmm.  Unfortunate.  Retiring to bed, methinks, is in order.  Hopefully shall feel better in time to go to work this eve.  Not sure why am typing in this particular fashion.  Bridget Jones on the brain, perhaps.  Doubtful, as have only read book once, whilst waiting about in a hotel lobby in York.  Still.  One never knows.

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Some inbred wanker nicked my crescent rolls from the fridge.  Wtf?  And it's not as if they'd been made, and then disappeared, no; somebody took the tube and actually went to the bother of making them.  Where is the logic in that?  I understand nicking a glass of milk or something, but something that you actually have to bake?  That is very ( Read more... )

My god, I've just received the most bone-meltingly marvellous massage...

Ungh.  Mike, you are a marvel and a wonder.  And you don't have an lj, so really there's no point in saying this as though I were saying it to you.  Oh well.

Ah.  So that's what a hangover feels like.  How... entirely unpleasant.

I have a bizarre psychological relationship with actually doing things, I've realised.  Even if it's something I enjoy, that I know I enjoy, I'll build it up in my head beforehand and develop a weird, irrational fear of it, so it gets that doing anything else seems better than doing this thing that I have to do.  So I don't do the thing.  I take a ( Read more... )

ZOMG I are teh hungry.  And my brain is speaking in macro.  This does not bode well.  I'll biff down to the vending machine and see how much I can get with three dollars and some change.

Hmm.  I'm back at Morris, and it feels lovely.  Strange, really, how much the place has grown to feel like home.  Returning to my room was marvellous, putting all my things back in order and whatnot.  My room, I've realised, has a certain unique scent to it.  Not a bad scent- not the reek of unwashed laundry or anything unfortunate like that- just ( Read more... )

Well, I'm going back to Morris on Sunday, so my massive Christmas hols is finally coming to an end.  I'm looking forward to it, I think- just, y'know, getting away from me parents again, and partying on the weekends and such things.  I shall miss my bed, though.  Oh, my lovely big, soft, marvellous bed, which I'll have to relinquish for the crap ( Read more... )

Well, my Christmas was overall quite marvellous.  Coming down from Morris, it was rather shockingly warm in the Cities (read- above zero), which I enjoyed.  It seemed a bit abrupt, though, suddenly having parties and getting presents and suchlike, just because it didn't seem like Christmas at all up at uni, even though my floor made decorations and ( Read more... )

How is it that I've eaten naught but half a tube of Pringles and some chocolate raspberry sticks all day and yet I am still full?  This cannot be normal.